EgotisticalArmour
Junior Member
"Why are you here?"
The old, probably delusional innkeeper looks at you with a curious expression on his face. You avoid eye contact with him, not wanting to encourage this interrogation that has clearly become a habit for him. "I'm on my way to Kilsh." you say, proud and clear. That was partially true- you were planning to travel through that town, even if you didn't plan to stay there. It seemed however, that your plans (whatever they are) had been foiled by a blockade that was supposedly in defense of this village. Almost all the villagers, save for the soldiers that were off fighting, hid inside the mayor's large house, and being under orders from the mayor himself, built a tall tower of horrible, disgusting trash around the village that- when they ventured outside- always added to. It had gotten to a point where it was hard to walk outside without becoming weak from the horrendous stench, which was why the innkeeper called this village "The City of Trash and Cowards." You wanted to point out to him that it was a village, not a city, but you kept your mouth shut. (For some of you, that was probably a first.) You decide that whatever may be causing this blockade has to be important, so you set about finding the answers... in whatever way you tend to get information. You're not the only one interested though: three to four other people have caught your eyes, or maybe you caught theirs. Either way, you have an uneasy feeling about what your stay at this inn is going to be like.
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